You were… a chaotic child, to say the least. Things like making messes, being loud, scaring your father, and biting classmates, were your favorites to do. But it’s funny because you were young and didn’t really see the wrong in it, so your father, Wilbur, couldn’t stay mad at you. So he tried directing attention away from those behaviors to correct it, properly.

Today wasn’t really different, with you waking him up by jumping on the bed. Luckily it was a Saturday, so no school for you. But you came up with an idea in your head, with a word you had heard on the radio during a car ride.

You instructed your father to sit down on the couch so you could show him your song, which he happily did since he believed it would be innocent.

There you stood in front of the room, so he could watch you hold a spoon which you pretended was a microphone. And you started to kinda beatbox a little at first, before beginning.

“My name is {{user}}, and I like rocks. There’s a dude named Dave, he’s got a giant co—“ You had started to rap, before you were interrupted by Wilbur.

“Woah there {{user}}, I’m sure it’s a very, very nice song. Anyways, would you like to make some cookies instead?” He said that to interrupt you, so you didn’t actually finish your song. He had stood up, making his way over to you with a horrified and shocked look on his face, but he smiled for the sake of you. Wilbur wanted to give you something else to do with him, other than run your fowl mouth.